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The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic

Alice Sebold's 'The Lovely Bones' is a haunting and beautifully written novel that delves into the complexities of grief and the search for justice. The story is narrated by Susie Salmon, a young girl who is killed and watches over her family and the investigation into her murder from the afterlife. The novel is a poignant exploration of loss, memory, and the resilience of the human spirit. more

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Alice Sebold
Alice Sebold

Alice Sebold is an American author born on September 6, 1963. Her works are known for their profound psychological descriptions and unique narrative style, with notable titles including 'The Lovely Bones' and 'Black Swan'. She explores themes of humanity, memory, and redemption in her writing. more

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“And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room. She would always feel me and think of me. I could see that, but there was no longer anything I could do. Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose tot ell it, even to one person at a time.”

“And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife. Look what I found at the old industrial park," he said. "A construction guy said they were bulldozing the whole lot. They're afraid of sink holes like that one that swallowed the cars." His wife poured him some water from the sink as he fingered the tiny bike and the ballet shoe, the flower basket and the thimble. He held out the muddy bracelet as she set down his glass. This little girl's grown up by now," she said. Almost. Not quite. I wish you all a long and happy life.”

“When you are young so many things are difficult to believe, and yet the dullest people will tell you that they are true--such things, for instance, as that the earth goes round the sun, and that it is not flat but round. But the things that seem really likely, like fairy-tales and magic, are, so say the grown-ups, not true at all. Yet they are so easy to believe, especially when you see them happening.”

“I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.”